Much to my dismay, Beatle thinks she's a Razorback fan now that we live in AR. I mean, it's all they got here so I can see how she's been easily brainwashed. We were watching some type of cake-off on Food Network and one of the contestants was from Arkansas so we decided to root for her. Nearing the dramatic conclusion, I told Beatle to "Call the Hogs" which is some sort of combination of the words "Woo Pig" and "Sooie". Although I wish the Razorbacks well, I have yet to call the Hogs myself and don't see that possibility on the horizon anytime soon. I about fell out of my chair laughing when Beatle just starts whooping out "Pigs! Pigs! Pigs! Pigs!" Some fan, huh? :)
This last weekend, the girls and I loaded up and headed to OK for a celebration weekend. My best friend is soon to have her first child so I got to help throw a nice shower with some of my favorite girls in the world and my dad turned 60 so we wanted to celebrate that as well. At my dad's party, we hooked up a Karaoke machine because there's always a guitar and singing when we get together anyways. We thought it would be fun. Beatle has two cousins that she's sandwiched in between and typically all the girls play well together and are really cute because they are 4, 5, and 6. But differences between the three of them are starting to appear as they get older and one of those was glaringly evident while they were singing. Beatle stepped up to the mic to sing children's songs and Bible songs right after the cousins did a run of Lady Gaga and Michael Jackson. For a split second, I thought, "Oh, my child is such a nerd. She doesn't know any of these songs and can't sing with her cousins." And then, my spirit contradicted, "No, wait. She is a child. She's singing the songs she should be singing. To expose her to more mature messages wouldn't benefit her. It's my job right now to guard her heart." Spending most of my time feeling like I don't have a clue how to be a good mom, I felt so proud of Beatle that night.
I love listening to children work out their problems! I always have. The way they "naughty talk" each other cracks me up! On another occasion this weekend, I overheard Beatle and her older cousin tussling. The older cousin was keeping something from Beatle and ran away with it. Beatle followed her into the other room and said, "Sailor, you are the baddest cousin in the world!" haha! I had to break in at that point and have Beatle apologize and get them to work this out better.
When we got back to AR, the weather was finally crisp and cool. We hopped out of the car and went straight to the backyard to play and stretch our legs before the sun set. BR was at night church but had left Beatle's Barbie Jeep charging. So she started driving around and I put Birdie in with her. We got them all strapped in and I got the video camera and they were having fun until Beatle ramped one side of the Jeep on a raised flower bed and flipped the Jeep up on it's driver's side. It seemed to happen in slow motion but I was moving even slower. I got the whole mess to varying degrees on video. Beatle tumbled out and Birdie fell out. I got there right before the Jeep fully flipped right on top of Birdie. Oi-yoi-yoi! I'm telling you...it's always an adventure around here.
Birdie's got 6 teeth now--4 on top and two on bottom. One of her top front teeth has grown in a few days later than the others so it's a shorty which makes for a cute, crazy little smile.
I finally found Birdie's go-to tickle spot. Other places have been mildly amusing but this one is bring-her-to-her-knees ticklish. It's so fun to constant be learning about these little people!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
Snowing in the Shower and Other Ways to Torture your Young 'ens
Tonight was fun. I work the front desk at the Fitness Ministry a few hours a week, normally on Monday nights so BR's decided (with my prodding) that Monday's can be "Daddy Cooks Night". Brilliant, isn't it? Well, tonight he was whipping up pancakes when I came in and talked him into saving it for breakfast and going out for pizza. See how I worked that, ladies??? Two meals out of one man just like that! :)
We were all in a frisky, crazy mood tonight. You might even say that we were whoosing a little without licenses. :) Beatle was supposed to jump in the shower (for the third day in a row! a new record, people! i would give her a break but she keeps coming in smelling like an old dog.) but she kept goofing off and shaking her nekkid booty at me. So, when I finally got her in, I decided to whip out one of my specialties--you know, the cold water over the top of the shower. She was so mad at me! She was talking all big in there so I was going to take it one step further; all the while, BR's pleading with me, "Corrie, you're the adult. You can stop this." haha! I go and open an old box of malt-o-meal and sprinkle it over the top of the shower. hahaha!!! She was furious! Meanwhile, I've had some weevil issues I've been trying to fight with all my good stuff in the fridge/freezer and when I opened the shower door, I see Beatle seething, covered with white and black (weevil) specks. She forgives quicker than most.
During the past few days when I'd ask Beatle to do something, she'd reply in a valley girl voice, "Oh, huh, it would like be the thrill of my life." and roll her eyes. But, she'd go do it. I don't really care if it is or isn't the thrill of her life...NEWSFLASH: wiping Birdie's butt isn't the thrill of my life. trying to oxiclean the sharts out of her underware isn't the thrill of my life. there are a lot of things you're going to have to do that aren't the thrill of your life so JUST DO IT! haha! I'm not upset by this newfound expression yet, I'm still mildly amused by it.
I've been throwing sticky, cooked and unused pasta at my family for years now but the other night when we had lasagna we found out that those noodles are like leather straps after they've sat and cooled for awhile! Instead of pickin' switches, I might have my kids boil their noodles. :) This post, in it's totality, is making me sound really demented and cruel, but I swear, I'm making GOOD memories!
Tonight, during her prayers, Beatle was so cute. (Not many things in this world are as cute as kids' prayers! God must just love them!) She wasn't far into her prayer when she said, "God, I don't like you. (Long pause with my eyebrows shot sky high) I LOVE you. And Jesus, sometimes I get your name mixed up and call you your dad's, I'm sorry and I hope I'm doing it right this time. In Jesus Name, Amen" LOVE IT!
We were all in a frisky, crazy mood tonight. You might even say that we were whoosing a little without licenses. :) Beatle was supposed to jump in the shower (for the third day in a row! a new record, people! i would give her a break but she keeps coming in smelling like an old dog.) but she kept goofing off and shaking her nekkid booty at me. So, when I finally got her in, I decided to whip out one of my specialties--you know, the cold water over the top of the shower. She was so mad at me! She was talking all big in there so I was going to take it one step further; all the while, BR's pleading with me, "Corrie, you're the adult. You can stop this." haha! I go and open an old box of malt-o-meal and sprinkle it over the top of the shower. hahaha!!! She was furious! Meanwhile, I've had some weevil issues I've been trying to fight with all my good stuff in the fridge/freezer and when I opened the shower door, I see Beatle seething, covered with white and black (weevil) specks. She forgives quicker than most.
During the past few days when I'd ask Beatle to do something, she'd reply in a valley girl voice, "Oh, huh, it would like be the thrill of my life." and roll her eyes. But, she'd go do it. I don't really care if it is or isn't the thrill of her life...NEWSFLASH: wiping Birdie's butt isn't the thrill of my life. trying to oxiclean the sharts out of her underware isn't the thrill of my life. there are a lot of things you're going to have to do that aren't the thrill of your life so JUST DO IT! haha! I'm not upset by this newfound expression yet, I'm still mildly amused by it.
I've been throwing sticky, cooked and unused pasta at my family for years now but the other night when we had lasagna we found out that those noodles are like leather straps after they've sat and cooled for awhile! Instead of pickin' switches, I might have my kids boil their noodles. :) This post, in it's totality, is making me sound really demented and cruel, but I swear, I'm making GOOD memories!
Tonight, during her prayers, Beatle was so cute. (Not many things in this world are as cute as kids' prayers! God must just love them!) She wasn't far into her prayer when she said, "God, I don't like you. (Long pause with my eyebrows shot sky high) I LOVE you. And Jesus, sometimes I get your name mixed up and call you your dad's, I'm sorry and I hope I'm doing it right this time. In Jesus Name, Amen" LOVE IT!
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Quick Blog before Swamp People!
It's been awhile since I've blogged. I've been so sick lately but I'm feeling better now--yay! Birdie didn't know what to do when she crawled after mom and mom was "spitting up" in the toilet. Hmm... Ewww. I know. BR and I were terrified that I was pregnant again but alas, not so. Too much, too soon.
BR's not going to the City of Lights/Love. He chickened out. No, I don't really know why. He felt like it was too last minute and while our church isn't suffering financially, we are striving to be fiscally responsible and BR didn't feel like he was being so to just jump into a trip with not much preparation, mostly for the experience on the church's dime. A collective "awwww, isn't he a great guy?" rings out. Yes, let the public believe what they will. :)
The other night, we were all (minus Birdie-she was in bed already) cuddling on the couch and I asked Beatle what she thought of our marriage. After a painful and eye-opening review, she had BR and I shaking with laughter. It was one of those times (like the church giggles) where you know if you breathe, you are in for it because it would just be a gasp and the jig would be up. Beatle was talking about how it drives her crazy when we..."What's that word when you pinch and poke someone?" "Goose?" I offered. "Yes! I hate goosing! It reminds me of whoosing and kids whoose all the time at school without a license...blah, blah, blah" She just kept going on about this "whoosing without a license" business and it was burning her up inside. We were dying!
Birdie's pulling up more and more. It's a matter of time before she starts "cruising" along the furniture. She's only just now 8 months! This is so much earlier than Beatle.
In true Roberts child fashion, Birdie is a happy, healthy baby until just days before we go home and see my mother then, like her older sister, something exceptionally traumatic happens that leaves a battlescar like some sort of cry for help from my dingy, careless parenting. Wonderful. Birdie was riding on one of those cars kids can pull up behind and push as well. Beatle and I were scooting her back and forth outside and all having fun but Beatle pushed her too hard and her legs kicked up and then she flew forward. Whew! That was a close one. "Beatle, don't push her that hard. Easy, please." I pleaded. A few more times and that plea went out the window; now my 8-month-old has road rash on her face and we're in OK by Thursday night. Awesome.
We're working on organizing our pictures. Yikes! What a chore. It's fun but it's a chore nonetheless. Sifting through those, it's easy to see many things: 1) we're a fun family and we've done some fun things 2) Birdie looks so much like Beatle! 3) time goes so fast!!!
BR's not going to the City of Lights/Love. He chickened out. No, I don't really know why. He felt like it was too last minute and while our church isn't suffering financially, we are striving to be fiscally responsible and BR didn't feel like he was being so to just jump into a trip with not much preparation, mostly for the experience on the church's dime. A collective "awwww, isn't he a great guy?" rings out. Yes, let the public believe what they will. :)
The other night, we were all (minus Birdie-she was in bed already) cuddling on the couch and I asked Beatle what she thought of our marriage. After a painful and eye-opening review, she had BR and I shaking with laughter. It was one of those times (like the church giggles) where you know if you breathe, you are in for it because it would just be a gasp and the jig would be up. Beatle was talking about how it drives her crazy when we..."What's that word when you pinch and poke someone?" "Goose?" I offered. "Yes! I hate goosing! It reminds me of whoosing and kids whoose all the time at school without a license...blah, blah, blah" She just kept going on about this "whoosing without a license" business and it was burning her up inside. We were dying!
Birdie's pulling up more and more. It's a matter of time before she starts "cruising" along the furniture. She's only just now 8 months! This is so much earlier than Beatle.
In true Roberts child fashion, Birdie is a happy, healthy baby until just days before we go home and see my mother then, like her older sister, something exceptionally traumatic happens that leaves a battlescar like some sort of cry for help from my dingy, careless parenting. Wonderful. Birdie was riding on one of those cars kids can pull up behind and push as well. Beatle and I were scooting her back and forth outside and all having fun but Beatle pushed her too hard and her legs kicked up and then she flew forward. Whew! That was a close one. "Beatle, don't push her that hard. Easy, please." I pleaded. A few more times and that plea went out the window; now my 8-month-old has road rash on her face and we're in OK by Thursday night. Awesome.
We're working on organizing our pictures. Yikes! What a chore. It's fun but it's a chore nonetheless. Sifting through those, it's easy to see many things: 1) we're a fun family and we've done some fun things 2) Birdie looks so much like Beatle! 3) time goes so fast!!!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
On My To-Day List...
(X) breakfast and Bible story with family. (BR and I talked about that nutso pastor who wants to burn the Quoran and our Bible lesson was about forgiving 70 x 7 which was an insightful and timely way to illustrate to Beatle that, as Christians, we need to forgive and be peaceful.)
(X) get BR and Beatle out the door--making sure they both brush their hair and teeth.
(X) go to a running class with the Stepford Wives (it was horrible and wonderful all at the same time. and when I refer to them as Stepford Wives, i truly do mean that in a nice way. they are beautiful, wonderful and warm women who aren't perfect but are pretty darn close!)
(X) find BR a flight to Paris for three weeks from now. (we have a mission team going and BR was showing interest for NEXT YEAR but they told him he should go this year if he could find a flight. now, he just has to decide if he really SHOULD go to the City of Love in a few weeks.)
( ) laundry (boo!)
( ) order my bestie's baby shower invitations (got to get those out by Saturday!)
( ) get and have installed gas fireplace we found on craig's list (i'm not sure if it's exactly what we were looking for but it's a steal and it's only 30 mins away.)
( ) pick up Beatle at 3
( ) make black bean burgers and have a cozy night with just the 4 of us (as much as we've enjoyed entertaining this week, it will be a nice break)
Oh, and not on my list but just a crazy moment: Last night, I was grabbing for the Benedryl before bed when the lid came loose and no less than 3,000 hot pink, candy-looking pills hit the floor, bouncing everywhere. It. was. insane. I wouldn't want them around for Beatle but now that Birdie is a crawling machine, I definitely had to do a thorough clean-up. BR helped in his own way; he stood there making sure none got away. :)
About my computer being sick, I'm not able to view some of your blogs! It's driving me crazy but I'll catch up when we get to scan this thing and get it running better.
(X) get BR and Beatle out the door--making sure they both brush their hair and teeth.
(X) go to a running class with the Stepford Wives (it was horrible and wonderful all at the same time. and when I refer to them as Stepford Wives, i truly do mean that in a nice way. they are beautiful, wonderful and warm women who aren't perfect but are pretty darn close!)
(X) find BR a flight to Paris for three weeks from now. (we have a mission team going and BR was showing interest for NEXT YEAR but they told him he should go this year if he could find a flight. now, he just has to decide if he really SHOULD go to the City of Love in a few weeks.)
( ) laundry (boo!)
( ) order my bestie's baby shower invitations (got to get those out by Saturday!)
( ) get and have installed gas fireplace we found on craig's list (i'm not sure if it's exactly what we were looking for but it's a steal and it's only 30 mins away.)
( ) pick up Beatle at 3
( ) make black bean burgers and have a cozy night with just the 4 of us (as much as we've enjoyed entertaining this week, it will be a nice break)
Oh, and not on my list but just a crazy moment: Last night, I was grabbing for the Benedryl before bed when the lid came loose and no less than 3,000 hot pink, candy-looking pills hit the floor, bouncing everywhere. It. was. insane. I wouldn't want them around for Beatle but now that Birdie is a crawling machine, I definitely had to do a thorough clean-up. BR helped in his own way; he stood there making sure none got away. :)
About my computer being sick, I'm not able to view some of your blogs! It's driving me crazy but I'll catch up when we get to scan this thing and get it running better.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
All the Homeroom Moms used to wear Tiaras
Beatle's been cracking us up lately! We were going thru every drawer, shelf and cupboard looking for excess things to sell in our yard sale (which was lucrative, btw). I found my tiara that I wore in my wedding 7 years ago. The colors were starting to change and I thought When will I ever wear this again? So, I gave it to Beatle. My mom would probably freak, but really, when would a 27-year-old woman wear a tiara??? It was probably ridiculous to even wear it 7 years ago. Anyways, she was thrilled and wore it a few times. The other day she came to the table with it on and asked us, "You know why I'm wearing this crown all the time?" Pause. We shake our heads no. "Because sometimes I think y'all forget that I'm the princess in this house." bahaha!
Talking about my wedding, my sister sent me a text this weekend saying that she was watching some old home movies right around the time of my wedding and sandwiched in betweeen all of the wedding festivities there was a movie that we made starring Suzy as "Snoog" just days before my wedding. haha! Shows you what my priorities were at the time. Then, there was a special rendition of a musical dance number from Chicago that we reinacted and recorded wearing some of the new pieces I got from my personal shower. bahaha! We look like Mormon Sister Wives. We just always loved to play no matter how old we were. I hope that for Beatle and Birdie.
Drumroll...it's official. My life is turning into a stereotype. I'm a homeroom mom! I love it. Now, I just need to lose 30 lbs (or more!) and drive a Toyota Sienna.
Yesterday, I walked into Birdie's room when I heard she was up from her nap. I rounded the corner to find her STANDING up in her crib! It was an unbelivable suprise. She looked so proud of herself too. Cute, cute! It is a matter of time before she's walking. She's got an adventurous spirit. Beatle took her first steps at 14 months; Birdie will be sprinting by then.
I found a cute Halloween costume for Birdie at a consignment event in town. She's going to be a Cowgirl and Beatle is going to be an Indian (because, of course, she is one anyways). Can't wait to go trick-or-treating again this year. Last year was so much fun!
Last week, Birdie got her first ear infection and then broke out into a rash but we all got our first full night's sleep last night since the onset of the fever and craziness that comes with a sick kid. We've all been wearing a little thin. I think we've entered our "no kissing" season. Oh, I'll probably kiss them anyways even if they are germy as all get out.
Friday is Grandparent's Day at school. Our friends (and our AR parents), Danny and Connie Bryson, are going to be stand-ins for Beatle. I'm glad she'll have someone.
My computer's been on the fritz so no telling how active I'll be online. Love you all!
Talking about my wedding, my sister sent me a text this weekend saying that she was watching some old home movies right around the time of my wedding and sandwiched in betweeen all of the wedding festivities there was a movie that we made starring Suzy as "Snoog" just days before my wedding. haha! Shows you what my priorities were at the time. Then, there was a special rendition of a musical dance number from Chicago that we reinacted and recorded wearing some of the new pieces I got from my personal shower. bahaha! We look like Mormon Sister Wives. We just always loved to play no matter how old we were. I hope that for Beatle and Birdie.
Drumroll...it's official. My life is turning into a stereotype. I'm a homeroom mom! I love it. Now, I just need to lose 30 lbs (or more!) and drive a Toyota Sienna.
Yesterday, I walked into Birdie's room when I heard she was up from her nap. I rounded the corner to find her STANDING up in her crib! It was an unbelivable suprise. She looked so proud of herself too. Cute, cute! It is a matter of time before she's walking. She's got an adventurous spirit. Beatle took her first steps at 14 months; Birdie will be sprinting by then.
I found a cute Halloween costume for Birdie at a consignment event in town. She's going to be a Cowgirl and Beatle is going to be an Indian (because, of course, she is one anyways). Can't wait to go trick-or-treating again this year. Last year was so much fun!
Last week, Birdie got her first ear infection and then broke out into a rash but we all got our first full night's sleep last night since the onset of the fever and craziness that comes with a sick kid. We've all been wearing a little thin. I think we've entered our "no kissing" season. Oh, I'll probably kiss them anyways even if they are germy as all get out.
Friday is Grandparent's Day at school. Our friends (and our AR parents), Danny and Connie Bryson, are going to be stand-ins for Beatle. I'm glad she'll have someone.
My computer's been on the fritz so no telling how active I'll be online. Love you all!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Oh, Rats!
Oh. My. Goodness. Anyone who's ever done a major purge of a yard sale knows what has consumed my time and energy this week. Egads. I'm going to love having this stuff gone and the extra cash but DANG these things take time. We haven't had a yard sale since Ft. Worth and that was two houses ago.
Have I blogged about the rats? Oh! The bloody rats! If I haven't blogged about them yet, I've intended to. We have a building behind our house and behind that is just some woods. Last winter, we had a rat who was having a hay-day out there just pissing and chewing on our treasures. We waged war and finally got him. Humph. The rat era had ended, hadn't it? NO! BR got a jeep about 5 months ago and we kept the van just in case for a few months. We had stored it under the carport by the building. It wasn't until my in-laws were in town and they encouraged us to move it out of there because critters could live in it. Could they? We went to go start it and move it the next night and when BR started it up a big, fat #$^&^@#$ rat ran out!!! We parked it up by the front of our house for the next few weeks while we were at camp and in OK. I wanted to take it to a mechanic before we sold it at the yard sale just to give it a good once over. The mechanic called me back and clued me in to how much damage the rats did--he said our two options were we could sell it for a few hundred dollars or donate it to a vo-tech. Are you kidding me??? The song Gunpowder and Lead came to my mind about those rats. "I'm going home, gonna load my shotgun. Sit on the porch and light a cigarette. They want a fight well now they've got one because they ain't seen me crazy yet..."
To rewind a little bit, after we saw the rat run out of the van in late July, BR set a trap in the building. When we came back from our August adventures, he went out to the building and didn't see the trap across the room anymore but smelled something nasty. As he stepped into the building, he stepped on something. It was the trap by the front door, the rat had gotten his arm trapped and dragged it across the building. Brent said it was a horrific sight. There were claw marks all over the trap and fur was everywhere from when the rat decided to escape under the door LEAVING HIS ARM IN THE TRAP! Ehhck! This is definitely a time when I'm thankful for boys! BR did the dirty work cleaning it all up but somewhere out there is a 3-legged rat and I have no pity for him.
Have I blogged about the rats? Oh! The bloody rats! If I haven't blogged about them yet, I've intended to. We have a building behind our house and behind that is just some woods. Last winter, we had a rat who was having a hay-day out there just pissing and chewing on our treasures. We waged war and finally got him. Humph. The rat era had ended, hadn't it? NO! BR got a jeep about 5 months ago and we kept the van just in case for a few months. We had stored it under the carport by the building. It wasn't until my in-laws were in town and they encouraged us to move it out of there because critters could live in it. Could they? We went to go start it and move it the next night and when BR started it up a big, fat #$^&^@#$ rat ran out!!! We parked it up by the front of our house for the next few weeks while we were at camp and in OK. I wanted to take it to a mechanic before we sold it at the yard sale just to give it a good once over. The mechanic called me back and clued me in to how much damage the rats did--he said our two options were we could sell it for a few hundred dollars or donate it to a vo-tech. Are you kidding me??? The song Gunpowder and Lead came to my mind about those rats. "I'm going home, gonna load my shotgun. Sit on the porch and light a cigarette. They want a fight well now they've got one because they ain't seen me crazy yet..."
To rewind a little bit, after we saw the rat run out of the van in late July, BR set a trap in the building. When we came back from our August adventures, he went out to the building and didn't see the trap across the room anymore but smelled something nasty. As he stepped into the building, he stepped on something. It was the trap by the front door, the rat had gotten his arm trapped and dragged it across the building. Brent said it was a horrific sight. There were claw marks all over the trap and fur was everywhere from when the rat decided to escape under the door LEAVING HIS ARM IN THE TRAP! Ehhck! This is definitely a time when I'm thankful for boys! BR did the dirty work cleaning it all up but somewhere out there is a 3-legged rat and I have no pity for him.
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